Chapter 3For Renée, the following stretch of days was barren and infuriating. She’d told Jenny off, but that had never kept Jenny away before. But here it was the next Monday and Renée hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her erstwhile lover.
Telling Jenny, especially not in so many words, to stay away had never worked before. Jenny had always been her own woman, the mistress of her own fate, and nothing Renée said had ever altered her mindset.
Renée fumed all through her morning shift in the archives. She was careful with the books, but huffed a great deal more as she was putting them away. And while sitting at the front desk, waiting for people to show up and not having a thing to do because she’d catalogued everything the Friday before, she wrote little notes to herself. Most of them started
